Dear Diary,

Seriously, I feel like this is my diary sometimes eventhough I have never had a diary. (that's not my style.) :) Anyway, of course I feel as if I should post as often as I can but sometimes I wonder if I only talk about the same things over and over and over again. I run out of cool or funny things to say, so dialogue turns to the girls or "the house." I don't mean to always be monotonous, but I can't exactly talk about work and cases (if you know what I mean) (this is a family blog you know.) ...AND I hope that no one is turned off by any complaining because truly life with the Spizzirri's is very very good.

Life at the Sutton household has been overwhelmingly better and going smoother than I had ever imagined. I have to admit that Uncle Brian wrote a note to me this afternoon about Emma. Those two have this bizarre love/bother relationship. (we don't use hate at our house. :)
I never saw the note because after he read it to me from the bottom of the staircase I told him he best get rid of it before mom gets home. (mom, pretend as if you don't know about this.)
ANYWAY, the note was addressed to "officer Sarah" which is a HUGE pet peeve of mine along with "Miss Sarah" (if I wanted to be "Miss Sarah" I would have chosen to be a preschool teacher.

AGAIN, ANYWAY,.......here it goes as best as I can remember.

Dear Officer Sarah, (cringe)
Please tell Emma not to mess with my pool balls, bathroom door, and other stuff.
Thank you, Brian Sutton

Now, Emma JUST got home from school......she has an alabi (I should know how to spell that)..just ask her teacher Mrs. Smith :)
Yes, she probably has been guilty of "messing with the pool balls" and "stuff" in the past, but what in the world could Emma do to the bathroom door? (I don't even want to know.)

I very politely explained that Emma just got home from school and she probably hasn't had a chance to commit one of these unspeakable acts. He assured me that the note wasn't rude and that's when I told him he best just get rid of the evidence.

I know that's not the story of the week but ugh, it didn't help the day that was already happening. In fact tonight on the way home I was so frustrated with Emma that I just started praying........(yes mom I did) anyway, after her trying to talk to me throughout all of my prayers without a response from me, she finally said, "what kind of a mom are you?" Ok I admit I had to smile, but not let her see it.

With that said.....here comes the big whammy for the day......

someone explain to me how big a 1/4" or 1/2" is........
yea, yea, I know, but let me just explain the ramifications (sp?) of a 1/4" or 1/2".

Our "inspector guy" from the city was out yesterday and boy oh boy, does he not rate up there with me today. YES, he definitely has a very important job to do. BUT, atleast two of our windows are 1/4" to 1/2" too high..... I guess there's this thing called "code." Now, I know in my profession I have let some things slip by.......let me clarify.....some very minor things. It's called discretion. Maybe there is NO discretion when are dealing with "code." (which I am going to start referring to as the "c" word.)

What does this possibly mean for us? I know that we have one very frustrated builder and one very frustrated framer, both of which are very good guys. This definitely could mean that in order to move the window/windows in question to meet the "c word", siding would have to be pulled off and bricks would have to be knocked down. Neither of those things should be happening at this stage of the game. :(

Is this the end of the world.......HEAVENS NO!
Are there far worse things that could be happening in the Spizzirri life......HEAVENS YES!
Just a little frustration.
I have had two suggestions to raise the floors in the "dangerous" rooms.... :) We probably don't want to trip on the 1/2" everytime we go into the playroom or bedroom.

I have spent the second night in a row at "the house" sweeping the basement. (yes, i am particular about having as little dust/dirt as possible under my carpet) and to be honest I don't mind. It gives me some crazy thought in my head that it will speed up the process.....uh, no!
The girls have enjoyed riding their big wheels, playing in the mud, and running crazy.

Otherwise, life is good.
We (at work) watched a hilarious interview video yesterday. I would love to tell the story but this is neither the proper forum and it wouldn't be as funny without seeing what happens in the room when the detective left. Some of you....mom.....would definitely gag! I may have to check it out of the office library of "greatest moments in interviews" for the next family get together. ( Teresa, if you are reading this...don't tell) :)

I told myself that I was going to bed at 8 after the girls are down but I am sacrificing REM so that I can vent to my diary. Hope there was enough positives in this entry as not to shy any readers away.

Thanks for listening...hope someone had a laugh!
Yes, uncle Mel, I will try to post the paint selections. The only problem is that i painted around the windows that are "dangerously" too high, SO, that painted siding may get ripped off soon.

(ok, I promise, I'm done)